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96 BALD BEAGLE. As she said this, she confronted the king by playing tho queen in position. As Montagnie arranged the pieces, he said, with deep feeling, “ Must the devotion of ten long years be forgotten? be of no avail ?” Katrina turned pale, moved her-shoulder uneasily, but, re- covering herself, replied, “Ten years, colonel? I at least was, at that time, in pina- fores, hardly out of bib and tucker.” ‘Most true; and have you forgotten the boy who became almost your shadow ?” “T have a faint recollection of a boy who half choked another for putting the hair out of the eyes of a little girl,” Montagnie’s tace glowed with delight, and his fine eycs — beamed so passionately upon the face of his companion, that she lowered her dark orbs and colored to her temples. ‘““T remember, also,a boy who defrauded the same little girl of a fine apple which she was just at the point of biting, by snatching it out of her hands and throwing it over the wall.” “The young monster! What instigated him to such an enormity ?” “The apple had been preipnted her by a lovely, gentle boy —the very reverse of the other.” _“ Did the wretch make her no reparation ?” “ He gave her another, a bigger, redder apple.” All this was said with perfect gravity. “ Did she take—did she take the apple ?” “Oh, yes, but she flung it at his*head, and ran saat kissed the gentle little boy.” | “ And-she never kissed her champion—never !” Katrina reddened, “ Certainly, never. It is your move,I think. You were about to castle.” | | “No, by Jove! Tl fight it out on the open plain—nail my colors to the citadel and die in their defense.” This might be a little bombastic, but never had the youth looked half so handsome in the eyes of Katrina-—never had she flashed upon him such a look from her glorious eyes as now met his, to which he whispered, softly, | Commicloooks.con